an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Intended

by tinny tulle

As soon as you cut out your plastic smile
And placed it in my hand
I felt your rough edges
That place between your lips that I know holds tender words

Words that you were always too shy to say
So kept your lips sewed shut
Allowing only a whisper to escape

The whisper that told me you were at home
In the palm of my hand

1 Comments:

At 8:30 PM, Blogger localpoet said...

I love it. The last part is the very best, I think. Good work.

 

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